There was a time when I was young

[mortifercanis]

Who: Sirius and James
When: Wee hours of Sunday morning
Where: Biodome
Summary: James had a rough week last week and the observations did not help, so what's a best mate to do?  Cause some destruction and break out the booze, of course!
Rating: PG 13?
Warnings: Language/British slang, angst?

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[nonmetus]

James was already there, having been attempting to distract himself in the rec room when the observations came out. He'd also spent the last three minutes charging around the perimeter of the biodome as Prongs, trying to burn off everything that was eating at him.

Upon hearing Sirius enter, and the clink of those heavenly bottles, Prongs galloped up to him, morphing back into James just in time for him not to gorge his best friend with his antlers.

"'Ello," he grinned shakily, straightening his shirt.

[mortifercanis]

When the deer approached at a pretty fast speed Sirius didn't even flinch but just stuck his hands into his pocket as he watched the familiar transformation of stag into teenager. Since their little disagreement they hadn't exactly talked about a lot of things - important things like they used to. Or well, as close to talking as two teenage boys could get anyway. Instead they'd just sort of stuck to the lighter things - joking around, harassing each other - that sort of thing.

"Hallo. Brought nearly all of the stash," he made a vague motion with his elbow towards the bag.

[nonmetus]

"Sounds about right." His grin widened, though his voice was still a little shaken. Things had been tense between them, in a way that James really hated, but he had no idea how to go about changing it. "Now's as good a time as any to start, isn't it?"

[mortifercanis]

"We can always make more later." Which was why he wasn't at all worried about how much they might drink tonight, if they even managed to finish it all off. That could be an impossible feat with just the two of them, even under the circumstances.

Doing their thing - drinking away their troubles would probably be a step in the direction they both needed but were both too male to do sober. With a wave of his wand the sack opened and two bottles floated over, the tops popping off and landing where ever they wanted on the grass. "Bottoms up, mate." Sirius grabbed his and lifted it in mock cheers.